Hiya everyone! We're updating! YEAH!

If she seems more hyper than usual its cause our half term had finally begun. -sets off fireworks- PARTY!

K: So you're going to be home more than usual?

M: Oh yeah! This week is going to rock.

A: No kidding. Like KQ said PARTY!

Yami do the disclaimer.

Y: Fine. KQ and Adele do not own Yu-gi-oh. If they did we'd probably all be dead...

The Next Morning or We're in Trouble

The horse merchant woke up a after a while after dawn. Today he would head for Arabia and a new market. His horses would do a roaring trade. It was strangely quiet. The horses weren't stating their morning complaints. That was very unusual. They might still be asleep, if he was lucky. But he probably should check on them anyway. He looked out of the window. The yard was empty. His shout of shock and anger woke the city. "OH MY DEAR RA!"

After falling out of bed at that yell, Akeifa was in fits of laughter. An echoing thump from the next room proved that he was not the only one affected in this way.

It took a while for him to get over the fits of laughter; he slowly got to his feet and walked into his sister's room. Upon entering he promptly erupted into laughter again and clung to the door frame. His sister had evidently fallen out of bed at the merchant's cry and, while rolling around in laughter had crashed into her wardrobe and knocked a box of the top of it and, said box had landed on her legs. So there she was cursing colourfully and trying to push the box off her. Tears of laughter streamed from his mahogany eyes as Akeifa listened to the abusive comments pouring from his sister.

"You can stop now." He suggested, as he crossed the room and lifted the box off her legs. She began to massage her legs, still cursing her tormentor. "Set damned box, cut off the Horus cursed circulation to my legs." As she tried to will life into them. Akeifa wiped his eyes as more such comments flew from her mouth. The day was off to a brilliant start.

Tristan clutched at his throbbing head as Joey, purposefully, stomped into his room. "Be quiet." He begged.

"No!" Joey yelled, as Tristan winced, "You deserve that hangover. We had to carry you back and you're Ra damned heavy."

"What happened at the pub? I remember passing out but that was it."
Joey sighed and relayed to him the fights as quickly as possible. After he had finished, Duke and Malik walked in to the room. Malik was carrying a mug that was steaming. He gave it to Tristan. "Maybe I've finally gone mad, but for some reason I asked Seth to make you a hangover cure. If it doesn't work, please tell me so I can tell him he failed. I rarely get to snub him and his ego really needs deflating."

The others nodded in understanding. Seth's ego was several sizes to large. "Maybe we should take him to Set's Claw." Duke mused. The others stared at him. "Are you crazy?" Joey demanded.

"No," Duke replied, "You saw what it was like in there. They wouldn't let him stand on his dignity for long."

Malik's face split into a grin." Well if we're in agreement. I'll see if I can get him to except. But I'll need your help."

He was interrupted by a choking noise. Tristan had apparently swallowed the contents of the mug and had been hit with the taste a little too late. He was currently struggling to keep the vile mixture down. Three hands rose to conceal smiles. Three pairs of eyes laughed like mad. After recovering, Tristan threw the mug at Malik, who caught it.

"Are you trying to poison me?" He yelled.

"Blame Seth!" He retorted, "He made the stuff."

"I'll blame the bastard all right. That stuff tastes vile."

"At least it worked." Duke chimed. Tristan lowered his voice.

"You've got a point, but is shouldn't taste so foul." He protested.

"If you hadn't got drunk you wouldn't have to drink it." Joey reprimanded.

"What's all the noise about?" In the doorway stood a tall brown haired boy with bright blue eyes, next to him was a slightly shorter boy with spiky black, red and blonde hair.

"Shit." Duke pronounced calmly.

The trader approached the palace on horseback.

"I must see the Pharaoh at once." He told the guards.

"Why? It's eight in the morning."

"All of my horses, but this one, have been stolen and I demand to know what happened to them."

"Why would the Pharaoh know?" He didn't steal them."

The merchant was exasperated.

"Look the Pharaoh has access to all trading documents. So he could find out who sold the horses."

"Unless they were sold on the black market." One of the guards muttered darkly.

"Listen, face it merchant, if you want to find your horse, talk to the police. They do legwork but the chances are your horses are long gone in the city's underworld. So leave us alone."

"Philistines." The merchant replied as he began to ride away.

"Sorry I'm pure Egyptian mate.(1)" One of the guards called back while his companion laughed.

"Can we have the day off?" Neftis asked her brother at breakfast.

"Don't see why not." He replied as he put his feet up on a chair.

"We worked hard yesterday, we can spend today having a beak. I can go shopping and visit friends and you can go around sorting out pretenders to your throne. Please" Neftis begged.

"You've got a deal." Was Akeifa positive reply. "Actually it should be until next Monday so that's five days off."

Neftis was confused. "Why?" Akeifa sighed heavily.

"There's a reason why I'm still King of Thieves." He told her, "We've just pulled off relatively big robbery so everyone will be on their guard. The police will be looking for thieves so we keep a low profile for a few days and then we can go on another heist."

"YAH!" Neftis replied happily. "Can I visit the bazaar now?"

"I'm your brother not your jailer." Akeifa retorted, "You can go when you like." Neftis hugged him and ran off to get ready for a shopping spree.

"Hi bro, hi Yami." Malik said cheerfully, trying to remain calm. A single thought rotated in his head, We are so dead, we are sooo dead.

"Well, answer the question." Seth prompted coldly. Joey answered,

"Tristan was yelling 'cause the drink you gave him was foul." Tristan nodded weakly. "It was worse than cat piss." He croaked.

"And how would you know that?" Duke asked curiously, "Have you tasted cat piss before? Smile spread.

"I made it taste vile for a reason." Seth informed him. "You shouldn't have been anywhere near alcohol last night." Malik's face fell.

"We're busted aren't we?" He asked sadly. Yami nodded.

"Yes. Now where did you g last night and how in Set's name did you get there?" The four looked at each other, although they were friends with Yami, you couldn't really argue with the Pharaoh.

"We um…" Joey started. Malik cleared his throat, "We were, um, walking in the Upper City when we, err, accidentally found ourselves outside a Lower City inn. Because we were thirsty we went inside. Tristan had a few too many drinks."

"No kidding." Duke muttered.

"And our entertainment for the night was two knife fights and a sai fight." He finished.

"The sai fight was between two girls." Joey added unnecessarily. They braced themselves for the hurricane that would surely come.

"Treeni, come on. The bazaar will be open soon." Neftis yelled up to the balcony.

"You can't stay in there with Azeeze all day." Tuya shouted.

"Oh yes I can!" A voice bellowed back from the building. The girls in the street sighed.

"It was rhetorical." Tuya muttered. Neftis shrugged and pulled out a grappling hook. Swinging it round she threw it up to the balcony. She missed. Tuya crumpled with laughter.

"Shut it." Neftis warned, as this time the hook caught. "After you." Tuya nodded and scrambled up the rope like a monkey. She swung smoothly onto the balcony and walked into the room. A scream shot out of the building as Tuya ran out onto the balcony and slid down the rope. Neftis looked at her friends' face. A crash rang out from the room.

"Oh Ra she's on a war path." Neftis commented as she moved under the balcony. Tuya nodded following her example.

"Keep you head down." She advised. The grappling hook slammed into the ground in the spot where they had been. A few minutes later the front door flew open. The girl in the doorway was panting. She stormed towards them, fists raised.

"You are sooo dead!" She howled at the two girls in the street.

"Get her." Neftis yelled. Tuya lunged forwards and grabbed the girls' arms. Neftis dashed into the house. In the hallway Azeeze held out a purse. "Ta." Neftis thanked him.

"Just don't do it again." He requested.

"Deal." Neftis replied as she left the house. Outside she lazily tossed the purse to Treeni. Tuya released her arms so that Treeni could catch the purse.
"Let's go." Tuya exclaimed and then the group started to walk towards the bazaar.

For a while nothing happened. The only difference was that two pairs of eyes blazed in anger, while four other pairs examined the floor with great interest.

"You went into the Lower City." The statement was low and angry.

Four heads nodded.

"Why?" The question was calm but the anger was still there, neatly sheathed.

"We wanted to see what it was like." Was the muttered reply. "We also wanted to get away for a while." Duke whispered. Yami stepped forwards.

"Is life that bad here?" He asked. The group looked at each other. They were cornered no matter what they said. If they said yes, Yami would demand to know why and that would lead to yelling and the probably the dungeons. If they said no, Yami would tell them he would send them to visit the Shadow realm for lying to the Pharaoh, or if he was nice, a visit to the dungeons and would then carry out his threat.
"We um…"

"It's just…."

"Nothing's that bad…"

"But nothing's that good."

Yami glanced back at Seth. The blue eyed priest stood forwards.

"Malik, why did you disobey us?" He demanded quietly. Malik sighed in exasperation. "I break all the rules you set me," He reminded his brother, "What made that one so special?"

"And Duke follows your lead." Yami remembered, "And Joey and Tristan usually have nothing better to do."

"Correct." Tristan told the Pharaoh.

"Are we in trouble?" Joey asked nervously. Yami showed him a predator's smile.

"Yes." He replied, while Seth smirked.

"Oh Ra." Duke mumbled. The rest of the group had to agree with his statement.

(1) Philistines used to be a race of people.

We finished the chapter. since its half term we might update more. Ph34r!

Ph34r? That form is speech is pathetic. Use it again and I'll set the dogs on you.

K: I only know 1 dog and he's a mutt.

J: Watch it moneybags or esle.

K: Or else what?

A: Good question turns to KQ and Adele Can I kill him? Please?

Why? There are kurribos running all over the place. Kill them instead.

M: There are? Hey there are! pulls out dagger DIE KURRIBOS DIE! Malik and Akeifa go on a killing spree

Shakes head Anyway we might be writing a Harry Potter fanfic so beware.

Y: You like some random guy who does magic more than us? We can do magic, duel and still look great.

You've go a point Yami. Harry is a loser, but the twins are cool. They were totally mutilated in the film.

Yeah I know. Draco also has gone completely down hill. By the way, Akeifa, Malik, if you drop another dead kurribo on my new shoes you will pay.

K: pulls out a chair Better?

Much! throws self at Kaiba

Where did they go?

M: I think they're buried under the kurribos.

Quick! Start digging!